Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Monday, October 24, 2016

#20 Tucson Mermaid

Tucson is an ordinary town of artsy suburbs -- if you look past the saguaro dotting the rolling, dry hills,ancient guardians that lift spiny arms to the sky.At night, the lights of baked adobe houses measureblocks of homes, while stars pierce the sky,white pinholes. My sister saw a mermaid oncewho swam in the canal. This could be no ordinarymermaid to be drawn to the desert.Maybe my sister followed a dusty trailalong the cement waterway to discover a fan-shaped shell, where no shell should be.Geologists remind us of a long ago inland sea;perhaps this mermaid searches for her family,lost in the desert, but stubborn,like some I know who seek comfort insidethose pretty beige adobe houses.Outside gray wolves howl, no respite for the mermaid.Maybe she rests near the saguaro at night,venturing out along the canal,searching and singing even today.

I discovered that Tucson celebrates the monsoon season in mid-August with 'Return of the Mermaids,' a community parade complete with mermaids of every description. So OctPoWriMo's prompt for today was 'fantastical'. See what others have written HERE.